Rylan Michelle

Yesterday afternoon, I spent time sitting perched next to a window with the sun streaming in - holding a baby girl - visiting with her mama - drinking an iced black coffee from the bucks.  Talk about perfection.  

Lisa, the mama of sweet Rylan is my fourth grade teaching partner and we are more than coworkers, we are friends.  I truly feel as if we were meant to work together; it's just that kind of clicking.  And we laugh.  A lot.  Niels, the daddio of sweet Rylan is a fabulous guy.  He brings us chips, salsa, and unsweetened iced tea to work for our after school lesson planning parties.  That's a keeper.  He also comes and gets us when we have had too much fun on Fridays after work.  Again, he's a keeper.  Although, little Rylan has changed some of that fun this year, but only for the better.  

The evening sun was coming in the window beautifully so Lisa and I, on an impromptu whim, rigged up the boppy pillow on a bar stool to put Rylan in front of the window.  Then we both crossed our fingers she wouldn't slip off...no, I'm kidding.  We both stood guard.  Very closely.    

Let me tell you this.  Rylan is a doll.  Plain and simple.  Baby girl perfection.  A spur of the moment little photo shoot is no biggie to this one.  She's got it all figured out.    

A beautiful new life.  And she's going to be a spunky one.  I just know it.